ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea....
A little girl made of sugar and spice and everything nice was eaten by someone with a sweet tooth the size of an elephant’s tusk.
Ah, he said, this darn tooth, it’s driving me nuts.
In the new century,
we lose the art of many things.
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